[se] the moon sings every night

No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber The woman paid attention as she approached to where the other one was placing her rubble. She put each type of debris in different piles. Finding what matched the armful of jagged stones, she dropped them as the other woman agreed on her help. "Letha." She offered her name in return, registering the one given to memory. Mabel. The glint of teeth, sharp and bright and perfect, gained attention as the other spoke. Letha smiled some, her own fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Have you always lived in the Grounds?" Letha asked, trying to tip-toe her way towards the information she wanted. She turned and went back to work as she awaited the answer. She picked up more broken stone and brick, placed it in the pile Mabel had started. She looked around carefully, continuing to clean. "Were you here for Longnight?" She asked, again, because for some reason she felt as though she should converse with the other woman. After all, Nate had said that making friends required talking. Letha did not know this girl, knew she was a new member of the family, but she was another woman, and Letha wanted her to be her friend. L E T H A